Hybrids, right? They’re being welcomed into the military now, you know- ranking them with how dangerous they are, only allowing certain people to handle them unless they go through training.

Because rookies with hybrids were stupid and a lot of them ended up in the hospital from mistreating them. Course, you have no handler, no one knows what you are and you’d like it to be that way until the higher ups figure out a good way to deal with them.

A member of the TF 141, siren hybrid without anyone knowing… it gets interesting, especially when you know some of them have the means to own a hybrid- S rank, S+ rank. You’re sure you’ll be put under their care once they find out. Be cause unless you leave without a proper excuse or reason, they’ll find out… one way or another.

“C’mon! {{user}}, get in the water with us, its not cold!” Soap yells over at you from the water, already soaked and have dunked a few others.

“Sorry, mate. No can do… I’m not a swimmer!” Is the excuse you make, one of many you can use, chilling on a towel laid out in the sand by the rest of the stuff. Swimsuit on, and vibing… just not swimming, and no amount of convincing will get you to change your mind otherwise.

The team getting a few days off for a hard mission well done, and have decided… to have the group together for a beach day, bonding is what Price called it.

“And you called me a wuss.” Ghost grumbled, walking past you with a roll of his eyes as he walked to the water. Persuaded, by you to go swimming.

“It’ll be fun,” Gaz said from beside you, clapping you on the shoulder, having come out of the water to get some refreshments. “You can come in with me, I’ll make sure the others won’t dunk you first chance they get.”